Tuesday, November 20, 2012

These striped pillow cases are made of fabric which I love and value very highly. It is called 'bekasab', and it is a traditional Uzbek fabric made of silk and cotton. Bekasab is traditionally used in Uzbekistan for national gowns (chapan) and wonderful quilted blankets (kurpa), as well as pillow cases. Becasab resembles raw silk (not surprisingly) and linen, because of its somewhat rough structure. Its stripes might look less exotic than ikat and suzani, but it is just as traditional and valued here, in Uzbekistan. And, of course, it is easier to incorporate such cushions into many styles (or at least I think so). I see these as very cottage chic, with their home-made flavor and naive colors.

This particular fabric has a very high silk content - possibly as high as 80 per cent - and is wonderfully heavy and cool to the touch. Its subdued gold color with a greenish tint reminds me of ancient gold pieces. I only had one small piece sufficient to make just one pair of pillow cases for the lucky buyer - it can be purchased here, in our Etsy shop, and all of my striped bekasab pillows are here.

Monday, November 19, 2012

"Minutes
ago, a rocket siren went off in Tel Aviv. Everyone ran for cover. Our
photographer just took this photo on a train as he took cover. Luckily
for us, the Iron Dome intercepted the rocket" - source.

Our media seems to be happily indifferent to what is going on in Israel and Gaza. I found two pieces of news, between rumors of face lifting made by an aging cinema star and discussion of benefits of consuming raw beetroot. International news often look skewed, focusing on Israel's response. My news come from a handmade forum where I have Israeli friends, mostly women with children.

From what I understand, it was more or less quiet in Israel and Gaza recently, save for missiles routinely flying from Gaza to the south of the country. ("It is never totally quiet here, Eugenie" - says my friend). People are so much used to living under fire there - it is not even discussed, being sort of normal. And then of course there are constant attempt at terrorist acts, and constant counteraction by Israel. I do not know much about politics, but now I know something about my Israeli friends' daily routine recently.

This is what I read in our forum - just several quotes, those that touched me most of all.

"Children in Sderot lived under fire for years. They learned how to find a shelter whithin 15 seconds - this is how long it takes for a missile from Gaza to arrive".

"I look at my son and my heart drops. And I cannot just put my head in the sand... We do not have air raid alarms now and no other sounds, but it does not make things better".

"I did not take my son to the kindergarten today - their bomb shelter is too flimsy. He stays with me. He heard the sirens twice today and told me - it is emergency, a doctor is going to someone! And then I have to explain that it means danger and we need to hide".

"We went for a walk in the park and heard the alarm, so we hid under one of the houses (houses here are on pillars)". "Today is a horrible day. There are many more missiles, and they are much more precise now; the Dome cannot intercept all of them".

"I am not afraid for myself at all, but I am watching the news... there is no end to this - only in our hopes, but not in reality".

"It is not possible to come to an agreement with these people. But we have no right to use the same methods which were used to the Jews throughout the history. It would justify all the atrocities".

They never say a word of hatred towards their neighbors - instead, they express regret and their desire for peace. And Israel still provides power, natural gas and communication services to Gaza. They also send food and provide healthcare.

They are asking me not to worry too much: "It is all right, Eugenie, we live like that all the time. It will become quiet again very soon; come and visit us. You will love the country - it is beautiful".

...My Israeli friends, my heart goes out to you. Thank you for remaining humans at all times. Thank you for serving as an example of courage and kindness. May peace be with you. Of course I will come - and I already love your country and you.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

This creature now lives with my friend in Russia. She took him home from a local rescue organization. Basically she and her friends saved him from that rescue - the rescue people found him somewhere and then were trying to sell him (for a long time), obviously forgetting to feed him. It is amazing that a rescue can behave like that! My friends literally crashed the doors of the rescue and took the dog (which may not be quite legal, but I totally approve of it). The rescue people tried to squeeze out some money for this skeleton of a dog! (A minute ago my 6 year old daughter looked at the lower picture and muttered - 'What is that thing? I do not get it').

Many rescues in our countries are like that now. They collect money and do not report on their use; they neglect animals; sometimes they let them breed, and even eat each other. Not all rescue organizations are like that, of course - we have some good examples in Russia, too. But not in Uzbekistan (my country). We still have a long way to go.

...The dog will live, most likely. It is a 7-8 months old pup. He eats and digests well. His whole life now is about food - when he does not eat or sleep, he keeps searching the house and sniffing for food. He is fed every three hours in small portions.My friend's Toller Retriever tries to play with him, but he needs to start feeling like a dog, rather than like an embodiment of hunger, before he can play.

However he loves to be petted; my friend says that he is 'pathologically tender'. He stands at her side, waiting for her to put her hand on his head. He stands, waiting, as long as he can... only he cannot stand long now. He starts waving and then he sits down if he manages to coordinate the movement or just falls on the floor. Lena does what she can to make him feel better.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

I found this vintage majolica plate at the flea market a couple of years ago. The man who sold it to me could not tell me anything about its origin. I am sure it is European, but there are just two digits instead of a factory mark. Maybe this is a replica of a plate produced by a large factory? The design is quite sophisticated and seems very professional to me.

I would appreciate any views and ideas regarding origins of the plate - I am very curious!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

...I have not written in a while - I was too tired and did not feel well. I am still tired, but I just have to share a few words about the soaps and shampoo bars I bought recently.

I wanted to try real cold processed home made soap, preferably the one made with goats milk. I have heard a lot about its beneficial properties, so when I decided that I had some money for indulgence I started browsing Etsy and found countrysoapsbymarlen. Of course the first thing to draw my attention were her great photos - soaps looked delicious, and I marveled at the pictures for a while.

Descriptions are informative and clear. I was satisfied to learn there was no water in the soaps, no synthetic musk, and all soaps are fully cured (even though I have had no experience with such soap, I knew some theory).

...But then I started browsing and found more soaps I just had to try. I have been longing for frankincense for a while, so I ordered Frankincense and Myrrh, and then Autumn Magic - its description was irresistible.

The soaps were shipped same day or next day, and arrived promptly. They are wonderful! The Frankincense one seems to be better than any perfume I have had. I put it with my cashmere sweaters - I would like them to smell of it. The Autumn Magic soap is also lovely. And the good thing is that the unscented soaps and shampoo bars smell delicious, too - they have the very normal, healthy, homely and cozy scent, almost edible - no trace of urban chemistry.

The shampoo leaves our hair clean and shiny; I wash my hair once in 3-4 days now (recently I had to wash it every two days). I need to reinstate the custom of rinsing my hair with herbs or apple vinegar; they work very well as natural conditioners. As for the soap, we are using the basic unscented soap now. It feels great, and my face and decollete look better (I have had some breakouts lately, and the soap seems to have cleaned them). I am not a believer in external means to resolve skin issues and usually focus on my overall health and diet, when I have skin issues, but this soap seems to work very well.

Now my daughter and I have fully switched to these products, and I only have two concerns: 1) I want to be able to use everything at once and I have no room for all these bars in the bathroom; 2) I am afraid to run out so I need to order in advance (it is a long way from Wisconsin to Uzbekistan). Ah, the third concern is availability of the Frankincense and Myrrh Soap; I hope Marlene continues making it. In the meantime, I need to make more money to buy more soap! Even if I do not have much room in the bathroom, I can put the bars in my closet and everywhere around the house.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

We went for a walk with my friends today - they have a Labrador and a Dalmatian. The weather was beautiful, the dogs played, and I took some photos. Not much to say here. My dog mostly spends time with me, but sometimes I give him a chance to play with dogs. He still checks on me all the time though.

It is funny that he looks naked to me without a collar. We take off the collars to avoid damage to teeth and Jager looks so unusual; just like a wild animal. And there is a lot of wild in him for real; I often feel somewhat surprised that he obeys me willingly and happily. My mentor says it is a power of love. I respond by telling him that he is a hopelessly old fashioned romantic.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Madina learns quad skating - I bought her a pair of Chicago Girl Quads on Amazon, based on excellent reviews, as well as Hanna Montana protection set (my girl loves glamour and Swarovski), and now every weekend we go to the park to train. The roads are not ideal there as you can see, but mostly are acceptable. She was terribly afraid at first and even cried once and told me to give the skates to another girl, but then she took an effort and got rid of her fear. She skates without support and learns turns and stops.

We are very proud of her little successes, and most of all of the fact that she mastered her fears. Now, even if she falls, she insists on getting on her feet without help. Madina herself is very proud of her skates (see the last photo? she demanded that I make 'a portrait' of the quads). We need to find a company of kids who skate, so that she can train and play with them; I will think of where to find them... skating is not very well developed here.

Monday, November 5, 2012

We spent a very hot July this year in the mountains - it was necessary to escape from the city. We stayed in a small town high in the
mountains, in a cottage built on a slope of a hill. The land plot was
made into three layers, like terraces, and the cottage was built on the
two lower terraces (the third one is for the entrance and parking). I always have a
feeling that there are two houses there although actually it is one with
two floors, but the design is so strange, it's like my daughter's Tree
House Lego.

Me and my dog occupied the lower floor of the
house - the one closer to the swimming pools and the kitchen (excellent
strategic position!), while my mother and 12 year old sister lived upstairs, and my
daughter was everywhere.

One afternoon while mother and sister
were having a walk, my daughter came into my room with this pup on her
hands, saying: 'Look what I have found in Granny's room, under the
bed!'. I was amazed. This little creature, completely starved,
had crawled under the gates and then sneaked into the house. Of course we had to
keep her. It was difficult to decide how to feed her the first days so
that not to kill her with too much food - she was not used to eating. (Below is her picture after a week with us - she looks quite decent).

After a week with us she looked better and my sister found an owner for
her nearby. The next day we were passing his house, talking between
ourselves, and the pup overheard our voices and started whining and
screaming. She was kept in a box, no food and water, and of course I took her
back. Everyone was happy, especially my daughter. She is not much of a dog lover, but she loved Nochka and hugged and played with her a lot. She also learned to train her with pieces of cheese and meat.

I named her
Nochka - that's Russian for... eh well... Night, but in a very tender
way. Little Night. Lovely Night. By the end of the second week she looked excellent,
with smooth and shiny fur and no ribs showing (I even had to cut her
portions a bit, but did not help because she was also sharing my dog's
food as well as taking food from by mother's rescue Dachshund mix). My Malinois obviously adopted her and played with her in a very gentle way.

They also liked to have rest in the shade together. I think Nochka felt safe beside him.

My mom's Dachshund mix also loved her and they played in the sand like crazy.

Nochka has
amazing temperament and is very fit for obedience training, in my view -
very easy to train, lots of drive and excellent wits. Pity we have no
dog sport here. And she is amazingly curious and energetic. She wants to be everywhere and to take part in everything.

I placed lots of ads but only four people
wrote, and three of them I would not trust with a teddy bear, leave
alone a real pup. I started thinking about spaying and keeping her
although that would be a nuisance; I did not want to have a new pup at that time. However
the fourth person to write was a very nice young lady, well informed and
with a firm intention to love and care for 'My Treasure'. The day we came
back to city, she hurried to come to us, and left with the pup. To tell the truth, Julia seemed too glamorous to me to be a good dog owner: I looked at her heels and my heart dropped... but then I decided to give it a try.

How much I missed Nochka the first two days, I cannot tell... I was
ready to go and beg to give her back to me. But is she is in
good hands. Julia keeps writing and calling, we met twice and I was very happy to see two glamorous ladies - the owner wearing Swarovski studded walking shoes, and Nochka (called Sophie now) boasting a pink Swarovski collar. She recognized me immediately both times, but her bond with the new owner was already very good (we waited for several weeks before meeting), so there was no stress. She is a lovely dog, and I feel very lucky to have found such a nice owner for her.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Abul Kosim Madrassah is one of the few antique buildings still existing in Tashkent. It is a fine example of Uzbek architecture of XIX century. It used to be a religious school (naturally, if it is called 'madrassah'), and now it houses a number of arts and crafts shops (and some of them are also workshops - the artists are working right there and you can observe the process).

We went there for a walk with my friend. The October morning was lovely - so full of soft light. Even these rusty grape leaves look beautiful, lit by the sun.

This is one of the shops I mentioned: they sell Rishtan style blue ceramics. Rishtan village in Ferghana valley is famous for their blue and green pottery which is very popular on of course widely imitated. I am not sure if the clayware in this shop is authentic Rishtan, and it is not that important to me, either. I will take pictures of fine Rishtan examples when I find them.

This is a balcony on the second floor. The building has two floors; the second was mostly occupied by scholars who lived there. On the first floor, they have some small rooms, too, and a couple of big ones which might have been used as lecture halls.

Here you can see an artist carving wood, and many doors and balconies in the background. Those are the doors to all those tiny rooms I mentioned.

A bush with red berries in the yard. I do not know what it is, but I am sure it is not edible or I would recognize it. Beautiful, anyway!

We decided to make a small photo session for several pieces from my friend's collection. He is a dealer in Asian antiques and owns a lot of beautiful things - Uzbek, Kyrgyz, Tukmen, Karakalpak rugs and carpets, vintage and antique china and pottery, various accessories, lots of Uzbek, Tajik and other vintage clothing, lewelry, etc.. This time he brought two decorative plates, a teapot and some textiles with him and we used the old walls as a photo prop.

This plate in ikat pattern is more than 100 years old and I think it is by Kuznetsov factory.

Here you can see a handwoven ribbon with tassels - it was used to tie a bundle with a bride's possessions when moving to her husband's house. If I remember correctly, it was made by the Uzbek tribe of Lakai who were renowned for their crafts. There is also a lovely small Kyrgyz rug in the background.

This is that rug, it is very finely made and supple, and the indigo blue is just breathtaking!

Now, I am quite bad with all this pottery. I think this one (which is also painted in ikat style) was by Gardner (and thus it is older than the previous one because the factory used to be called Gardner and then it was bought by Kuznetsov and then there was revolution). I will have to ask Rustam to clarify.

Two beautiful suzani in very vivid colors. Both are antique which is hard to believe given how bright they are - as if made yesterday.

A mistery teapot; looks like made in Kashgar, but the mark says 'made in Japan'

...The pictures are made by me, save for the first one, but the pottery and textiles are owned by Rustam, who maintains a very interesting Facebook community 'Uzbek Suzani'. I will ask him to tell us more about these pieces. He certainly told me a great deal, but I am very good at forgetting! But even if I do not remember something (well, almost nothing), they are a pleasure to behold, are not they?

I have some vintage and antique items at home and I actually use them; what about you? Do you like old things or you prefer everything modern and new?

Friday, November 2, 2012

...Actually I am used to him and largely take him for granted not really 'seeing' him. And then there is a moment when I see him as if anew and cannot quite believe that this concentration of power, beauty, character and love is owned by me. He is mine!

I think his breeder might be tired of my letters with thanks and praises, but he will have to bear with me. Marc Peeters of Arrack's Home produces amazing dogs, easy to work and live with.